For anyone who has been told, by someone they love, not to care so much.
And for the small one still standing at the doorway inside.
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I. The Sentence
for five mornings i had made a small call.
how did you sleep. what does the pain feel like today. my voice went soft, the way voices go soft when the room they enter is full of something afraid.
on the fifth morning, from inside the call, the sentence came.
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